Minnesota Prairie Roots

Writing and photography by Audrey Kletscher Helbling

Farmer Seed history featured in new corner kiosk September 14, 2026

Informational panels about Farmer Seed & Nursery were recently installed at the former nursery site in Faribault. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026)

AT THE INTERSECTION of busy State Highway 60 and 8th Avenue Northwest just blocks from downtown Faribault, motorists zoom past a corner kiosk marking the location of a once historic landmark business in this southern Minnesota city.

A 1920s photo of Farmer Seed is featured on the first panel. However, the caption incorrectly dates it as 1980. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026 of a vintage photo)

On this spot along the highway, Farmer Seed & Nursery stood next to the railroad tracks, an icon of agriculture rooted initially in selling seeds to farmers. But, through the decades, the company grew into much more, supplying nursery stock, plants, seeds and such to the public, the everyday gardener via seed catalogs and a retail store.

Farmer Seed offered a wide assortment of flocked trees. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo December 2014)

During the holiday season, the business flocked trees, making them a local signature Christmas offering.

The two panels present a summary of Farmer Seed’s history along with photos and more. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026)

Today the history of this long-standing Faribault entity is summarized on two informational panels recently installed in a corner kiosk next to Midwest Flats, a new 55-unit apartment building, and Midwest Indoor Storage, both occupying the former Farmer Seed site.

The first of two panels summarizes the growth and history of Farmer Seed from its birth in Chicago to its move to Faribault. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026)

The informational panels are displayed inside an airy wood-frame structure partially-constructed with beams salvaged from the Farmer Seed building. After the business closed in 2018 and before it was demolished in 2023, volunteers and staff from the Rice County Historical Society saved artifacts from the building, listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

This shows a portion of the artsy 1914 Farmer Seed catalog cover, shown on the first panel. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026)

Today those items, like signs, seed packets, catalogs and advertisements, are showcased in a small exhibit inside Heritage Hall at the historical society. Information and select artifacts from that collection were incorporated into the kiosk signage, RCHS Executive Director Dave Nichols said. He welcomes visitors to tour the museum display with 24 hours advance notice given. Local artist and historian Jeff Jarvis provided the initial sketches for the overall kiosk design.

The second panel in the kiosk shares memories and more. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026)

Back along the highway, anyone can stop anytime to read a summary of Farmer Seed’s history, which began with its founding in 1888 in Chicago. By 1893, the thriving business had moved west to Faribault. Farmer Seed quickly became nationally-known. Six years after its relocation here, Farmer Seed moved across the street into a large stone warehouse once occupied by Faribault Threshing Company.

Found inside a time capsule, this note was reproduced on the second panel in the kiosk. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026)

For Faribault residents, Farmer Seed represents more than an iconic business with a 125-year history here. It represents memories. Buying seeds, bulbs and other gardening merchandise. For some, packing seeds inside the sprawling multi-floor complex. For others, wandering among beautifully-decorated Christmas trees in the retail shop and choosing an ornament to buy each year. For some families, purchasing a flocked tree.

The cover of the Farmer Seed memory book Jeff Jarvis is creating. Farmer Seed was founded in Chicago in 1888, moving to Faribault in 1893. ((Credit: Jeff Jarvis of West Cedar Studio)

Local historian Jarvis is collecting those stories for a Farmer Seed memory book. Community members can submit their stories via a submissions form found on Jarvis’ West Cedar Studio website, https://westcedarstudio.com/farmer-seed-nursery-memory-book/. The book will include photos and additional information along with those personal stories.

This mural was installed in 2025 on the side of Midwest Indoor Storage. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo October 2025)

The memory book will complete a three-phase endeavor to preserve Farmer Seed’s history. The Faribault Heritage Preservation Commission early on recognized the need to document Farmer Seed’s history by requiring the new property owner to complete several historical remembrance projects. The first came in a 20×24-foot mural designed by Jarvis and painted by Melodee Strong of Minneapolis. Installed in 2025, it hangs on the west exterior side of the indoor storage unit building.

The kiosk completion marks the second phase of the HPC directive.

Beams from Farmer Seed were used to construct the kiosk at the intersection of Minnesota State Highway 60 and 8th Avenue Northwest. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026)

While the massive Farmer Seed building could not be saved from demolition, its legacy in the Faribault community endures. The mural, the informational kiosk and the memory book are fitting historic tributes to a company that once stood strong, next to the train tracks along Minnesota State Highway 60, as a cherished local landmark business.

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

GoFundMe set up for Scott Hoffbeck following car-motorcycle crash September 13, 2026

(Credit: Scott Hoffbeck’s GoFundMe page)

I COULDN’T SEE SCOTT HOFFBECK’S FACE, only his crumpled, motionless body lying in the middle of Willow Street outside my home, a corner street light barely illuminating the scene. His Harley Davidson motorcycle lay nearby. My husband, Randy, and I heard the 9 p.m. August 26 crash that injured Scott, then rushed out to help.

Scott survived that crash between his bike and a car, but not without serious injuries. He was taken by ground ambulance from the scene directly to the Faribault Airport and airlifted to St. Mary’s Hospital in Rochester. Weeks later, the 61-year-old rural Faribault man remains hospitalized, recovering from his injuries.

He’s made progress while healing from a severely broken pelvis, internal injuries, a head injury and multiple surgeries. But he has a long road of recovery ahead.

This is an edited photo of Scott’s motorcycle after he was taken from the scene of the crash. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo, August 26, 2026, by Randy Helbling)

With each passing day, I’ve thought of Scott, worried about him, prayed for him. And when his partner, Laurie Kagan, stopped by recently to thank us and to update us on Scott’s condition, I felt such gratitude for that visit.

Now Kagan has started a GoFundMe to support Scott and to help ease some of the financial burden which accompanies trauma like this. The goal is $16,000. Because of that online fundraiser, I finally saw Scott’s face for the first time. The man in the featured photo appears “goofy and fun,” as Kagan describes Scott, also known as “Scooter.”

Kagan writes: Please consider donating, sharing this fundraiser, and keeping Scooter and his loved ones in your prayers. Every dollar, every share, and every prayer truly makes a difference. Scooter has given so much of himself to others, and now it is our turn to rally around him. Come on, Scooter—we need that goofy smile back. Keep fighting, buddy.

In those words, I read love. I read encouragement. I read faith and hope and strength.

Some day I hope to meet Scooter, the guy with the goofy smile, the guy who is “always the first to show up for others when they need a hand.” The guy who, today, needs our support and prayers.

FYI: Click here to reach Scott’s GoFundMe page. Thank you for considering a donation to his fundraiser.

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

Why everyone ought to read “Theo of Golden” September 10, 2026

Book cover sourced online

WHEN I RESERVED Theo of Golden through my regional library system, I ranked as number 300 on the waiting list for this New York Times bestseller by Allen Levi. I don’t think I’ve ever been on a longer reserve list.

But within about two months I had the book, recommended by my dear friend Valerie, in hand. She read it in four days. I finished this fictional story in 10 days, primarily because I took notes to write this review.

One would not necessarily expect a novel published in 2023 to still be so popular. But, after reading Theo of Golden, I understand its ongoing appeal. This is one of those books everyone needs to read. Let me repeat. Every. Single. Person. It’s that good.

Ever since my friend Sue gifted me with this kindness button in the summer of 2025, I’ve displayed it on my clothes or purse. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

EVERYONE HAS A STORY

Goodness, kindness and generosity center the story of octogenarian Theo who arrives in Golden, Georgia, from New York City. He soon settles in, slowly connecting, building friendships, bestowing blessings. He does that by purchasing portraits of locals displayed in a coffee shop and then arranging to meet the subjects beside a central fountain.

And that is where this story takes root. Theo looks into the eyes of the people he meets, draws out their stories, their sadness, their strengths in one-on-one conversations. He listens. He cares. He encourages. He gifts them with their portraits drawn by local artist Asher Glissen.

What’s important to emphasize here is that none of this is about Theo. He intentionally doesn’t reveal his last name. He artfully dodges questions about himself. The focus is always on the individual before him, the face he sees. Theo wants to hear the stories behind each face in every portrait.

This shows part of a quote by Congressman and Civil Rights leader John Lewis displayed several years ago on a residence in Dundas. The complete quote: “Let the spirit of peace and the power of everlasting love be your guide.” (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

THE IMPORTANCE OF LISTENING

That is one of the “lessons” that threads through this novel. How often do people try to one-up a story, shift a conversation onto themselves and away from the storyteller? Happens all the time. Theo values every individual, gives them grace, gives them voice. He listens intently, not with the ear of someone waiting to interject his own story.

He listens to Tony, Vietnam veteran and owner of the Verbivore bookshop. He listens to Ellen, who is experiencing homelessness but who is brilliant, artistically-gifted and worthy of hearing. He listens to Simone, a gifted student of the cello. He listens to Minnette with her own secrets and dream of becoming a mother. He listens indirectly to the story of Mateo Mandez, an illegal immigrant from Guatemala. Yes, this book is relevant to today.

Theo tells every person he meets during his bestowals of portraits that they are capable of saintliness. Imagine if you heard that. And when he encounters individuals while out and about and engages in “sidewalk chats,” he listens with genuine, not surface, interest.

A LOVE mural in the heart of downtown Northfield, just off Division Street. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

RELATABLE, EMOTIONAL

I cried several times while reading this novel. The book is not without heartache, tragedy, cruelty, violence, meanness, disappointments and suffering. The stories therein are real. Often relatable. But it is a book which, at its core, centers on treating others with respect, kindness, goodness and love.

Encouraging words that once graced a garden area in downtown Faribault. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

DO UNTO OTHERS…”

As I read page after page, story after story in this remarkable first novel by Allen Levi, my mind kept returning to the title, Theo of Golden. Why “Golden?” The answer that repeatedly popped into my thoughts was “The Golden Rule” of “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” The author quotes Scripture, the influence of Levi’s faith clear in his writing, but not in a preachy sort of way.

Today, more than ever, we need a book like Theo of Golden to remind us to be kind, loving, forgiving. To listen. To encourage. To uplift. To think before we speak or write. To be like Theo, the mysterious stranger who showed up in Golden, Georgia, and forever changed a community with his kindness.

THOUGHTS? I’d like to hear your thoughts on Theo of Golden, whether you’ve read the book or just read my, or another, review.

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

Reflections from Minnesota on the 25th anniversary of 9/11 September 9, 2026

A Faribault firefighter rings a bell at the September 11, 2025, commemoration at the fire station. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2025)

TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AFTER the September 11, 2001, terrorist attacks on America, that event remains, for me, as close as my memory, writing and photos. As close as the stories retold annually. As close as the local commemoration held each September to mark this American tragedy.

On the campus of Carleton College in Northfield, Minnesota, a plaque honors alumnus Ann N. Nelson, who died on 9/11 in the World Trade Center. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

September 11, was, indeed, tragic. In the thousands of lives lost. In the sense of security shattered. In the trauma inflicted on all of us old enough to remember.

This young girl was not even alive when 9/11 happened. But here she is at the 2025 anniversary commemoration at the Faribault Fire Hall. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2025)

Some were not yet born. Some were too young to remember. But for others like my mom, 9/11 marked a second monumental moment in American history. Shortly after the 2001 attacks, she compared September 11 to the 1945 attack on Pearl Harbor 60 years earlier. Mom was only nine then, an impressionable kid with no understanding that Hawaii was an ocean away from Minnesota and not, as she thought, several towns distant from her home. I could still hear the lingering fear in her voice even six decades later.

My son drew this picture of a plane aimed at the twin towers a year after 9/11 for a school assignment. A then-third grader in a Christian school, he needed to think of a time when it was hard to trust God. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted graphic)

I often wonder if my young son, just seven at the time of 9/11, understood the distance separating us from death and destruction in New York City, Washington DC and Shanksville, Pennsylvania. He was home sick from school that morning when my husband, Randy, called to tell me about the first plane slamming into the World Trade Center. I turned on my television to witness the second plane hitting the second tower.

I recall thinking how surreal this all seemed. How was this possible? What was happening? My eyes remained riveted to the TV screen.

I reconstructed a tower using the same blocks my son and his friend used on September 11, 2001, to duplicate what they saw on television. These are also the same airplanes they flew into the tower. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

On the living room floor, my son and his friend, whom I was caring for that day, played. Soon they were stacking wooden blocks, blasting toy metal airplanes into the tall towers. Blocks scattered across the carpet.

I should have been the responsible mom and caregiver and switched off the TV. But I couldn’t. So I tried to explain to the boys the reality of what we were all seeing without scaring them. Was that even possible when I, as an adult, could not fathom the seemingly impossible?

Faribault firefighters paid special tribute to fallen New York firefighters on a memorial sign posted at the fire station and photographed in 2011. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

The passage of 25 years dims the sharpness of those early impressions. But I remember feeling deeply unsettled. Scared. Could the Mall of America, a symbol of American capitalism an hour from my southern Minnesota home, be the next target? Anything seemed possible.

In the early evening of that fateful day, I recall looking skyward, searching for planes. There were none. They’d all been grounded.

I remember listening to President George W. Bush address the nation, reassuring all of us. In part, he said, “Terrorist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shattered steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve.”

In remembrance of 9/11, an American flag hangs over a highway in Hastings, Minnesota, on September 11, 2018. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

On that day and subsequent days, I felt a strong sense of unity among Americans. We were united in shock, in grief, in determination, in resolve to stand strong as a country. It was remarkable really, the way we stood together in singular purpose of defending democracy.

I wish now, 25 years later, that we could reclaim that sense of unity. Not through another tragedy, but rather through an understanding that we are all human, that life is precious, that we are all interconnected no matter who we are or where we live in the United States of America.

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TELL ME: What are your memories of 9/11? I’d like to hear your stories from that day.

FYI: The Faribault Fire Department will hold its annual 9/11 commemoration at the fire station on September 11. Attendees should arrive around 7:30 a.m. for the 7:46 a.m. ceremony.

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

Professional theatrical opera comes to Faribault September 10 at free event September 8, 2026

Promo credit: Mixed Precipitation

I’M EXCITED. This week brings a Twin Cities-based theatre company to Faribault to perform opera from the back of a pickup truck and trailer, live in Central Park.

Opera, blended with 1990s grunge and rhythm and blues, centers a 7 p.m. Thursday, September 10, show, “Pickup Truck Opera, Volume 6: Tales of Hoffman” by Mixed Precipitation.

To experience theatrical opera locally is such a gift for someone like me who wouldn’t otherwise hear opera or see professional theater like this. And it’s free, which makes this even more appealing. However, attendees are asked to bring a canned food item to donate to the Faribault Community Action Center. The CAC and city of Faribault are collaborating, with support from the Charitable Gambling Advisory Board, to bring the Mixed Precip show to Faribault.

The Paradise Center for the Arts in Faribault is also involved, offering free art-making activities—drawing with Kate Langlais and wool felting led by Char Johnson—beginning at 5 p.m.

A WORLD OVERTAKEN BY TECHNOLOGY

But back to that opera. “Tales of Hoffman,” according to program promo info, follows the adventurous poet, Hoffman, as he searches for love and creative inspiration in a world overtaken by technology. Along the way, he encounters ghosts, robots, magicians, and shape-shifting demons in an imaginative, high-energy production.

Already that description has me intrigued considering how relatable and relevant “overtaken by technology” seems.

The show is based on a futuristic version of Jacques Offenbach’s 1881 opera by the same name. That brings to mind George Orwell’s dystopian novel 1984, written in 1949 but absolutely relatable to today.

INSPIRING SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT

Mixed Precipitation, with its original opera productions, aims “to present theatrical events that inspire social engagement” as the company travels throughout Minnesota and Wisconsin during the summer months.

I’m grateful the troupe will be back in Faribault (I saw them here in 2021), engaging the audience in Central Park. I welcome the opportunity to experience pickup truck opera again, right here in the heart of my community. I hope the park is packed on Thursday evening for this mobile outdoor opera that is sure to be entertaining, inspiring and thought-provoking.

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

“Open office hours” at September 9 Council Chat September 7, 2026

A city of Faribault water tower located at City View Park on the city’s east side. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2026)

THIS NOTICE IS PRIMARILY for anyone living in Faribault. If you have a question, a concern, an idea, a solution or just want to connect with elected city officials and/or staff informally about city-related issues, plan to attend this week’s monthly Council Chat.

The public event, with a theme of “Open Office Hours,” is scheduled from 5-6 p.m. Wednesday, September 9, in Faribault’s Central Park. Show up, mingle and talk with city council members, the mayor and city staff. They will listen to your questions and concerns and, hopefully, provide answers, information and/or follow-up.

I’ve previously attended several of these casual Council Chats held at various locations in the city and with differing themes. But this month, the gathering is open-ended with no specific focus. I appreciate that. I value this opportunity to meet one-on-one rather than appearing before the City Council at a formal meeting or contacting city hall.

Meeting face-to-face seems a much more effective way of communicating concerns. But it needs to be done respectfully. Residents need to be heard as do those with the city. At the heart of everything should be an authentic desire to do what is best for the residents of Faribault.

An electronic speed monitoring sign records a southbound motorist driving 38 mph on Willow Street near my home. The offending vehicle is not seen in this image. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo August 31, 2026)

Right now, my focus is on my Willow Street neighborhood. Yes, that’s a narrow perspective. But that’s OK. I need to express my concerns over speeding, crashes and a junkyard property. I want to feel safe and respected in my home along this busy arterial street. Right now I don’t feel that way. I want my voice to be heard and for something to be done to address these issues.

Maybe you have something on your mind. Data centers. Property taxes. City spending. Enforcement of existing city ordinances and laws. A problem property. Even speeding. Now’s your chance to talk with your local elected officials and city employees one-on-one, face-to-face. Let your voice be heard this Wednesday, 5-6 p.m. at Central Park.

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

Glimpse farming of yesteryear at rural Dundas show September 3, 2026

Plowing with horses at the 2025 Rice County Steam & Gas Engines fall show. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

STEP ONTO THE RICE COUNTY Steam & Gas Engines showgrounds this Labor Day weekend in rural Dundas, and you’ll return to farming of yesteryear, exactly as the organizers intend. The fall show, along with the spring show in May, honors the past in a big way with hundreds of old tractors, several steam engines, demonstrations of long ago farming and a whole lot more.

An Allis-Chalmers guy through and through. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2025)

This year’s show features the Allis-Chalmers tractor brand, noted for its signature bright orange color.

Square dancers dance inside the music shed at last year’s show. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2025)

But you needn’t be all that interested in tractors or even have a farm background to appreciate this event. There’s plenty more to do with a flea market, petting zoo, music, food, cornhole tournament, kids’ pedal tractor pull, mini train rides and on and on. Enough to keep you on the grounds for hours, if not a full day or multiple days. The event runs September 4-6 with gates opening at 7 a.m.

This pair works at shelling corn in 2025. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

I approach this ag-focused show with historic, artistic and photographic interests. My farm background draws me to demonstrations like threshing, shelling corn and plowing. And among the rows and rows of tractors, I always search for my favorite B-Farmall, the tractor I drove as a farm kid, and a John Deere like my Dad’s.

I’m not old enough to remember steam engines, but these engines always draw lots of interest. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2025)

There’s something comforting about turning back the clock, of being in the presence of memories, of feeling a connection to my farming past. I am rooted in the rich black soil of southwestern Minnesota, the place which shaped me, my writing and my photography.

One of my favorite photos because of the admiration I see in the young boy’s eyes as he rides in the 2025 tractor parade. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

Oh, the photos I find while at the Rice County Steam and Gas Engines Show. I’ve managed through many years of attending the fall and spring shows, to gather a collection of images that reflect a deep love and respect for the land, for farmers, for heritage. I especially delight in spotting “characters” or catching a “look” or a moment. Some of my favorites came last year while roaming the showgrounds and also while watching the tractor parade.

My favorite find at last year’s flea market, a Le Sueur-based Minnesota Valley Canning Co. commemorative Green Giant mug, which I totally regret not buying. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2025)

The flea market has also always offered plenty of photo ops as I search for the weird, the quirky, the unusual, the artsy. More and more, I find merch from my youth, prompting long ago memories.

Look at the sheer joy in this boy’s face as he competes in the pedal tractor pull. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2025)

Whether I’m perusing second-hand goods, touring on-site historic buildings like a 1920s farmhouse or an old one-room schoolhouse, visiting with friends, enjoying a burger from the Knights of Columbus food stand or an Amish-made fruit pastry, listening to music, meandering among the tractors, watching a farming demo or one of many other show options, I find myself immersed in the experiences.

A horse-drawn wagon offers rides at the farm show. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo 2025)

Above all, I value this opportunity to reconnect with my rural roots, to celebrate my rural-ness, to honor those who’ve worked the land. Like my dad. Except for a short stint serving on the front lines during the Korean War, farming was Dad’s life. He milked cows, grew corn and soybeans, all in a time period of intense hands-on labor. He, along with my mom, raised six children to work the soil, to tend the animals, to understand the importance of faith, family and farming. And for that I am grateful

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

Speeding on Willow Street, through my neighborhood September 2, 2026

Looking southbound on Willow Street where the speed limit is 30 mph. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026)

FOR 42 YEARS, Randy and I have lived in the same house along an arterial street through Faribault. And in those four-plus decades, traffic volume has increased significantly due to growth on the south end of town. Speeding and crashes have also risen, based on my observations.

This Suburban crashed into our fence and yard in mid-September 2025 after it was chased and rammed by a pick-up truck. Both drivers fled the scene. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo September 2025)

For example, less than a year ago a Suburban, pursued by a pick-up truck, took out the power pole by our home, crossed our front yard (almost hitting our house) and destroyed a newly-stained fence panel. Other crashes have occurred within eyesight of our home.

I don’t know the cause of most crashes. It could be inattentive/distracted/impaired driving, a medical issue, driver error, speeding… Without reading police reports, I can’t say.

In March 2023, my neighbor’s car, legally parked on Willow Street, was demolished by a hit-and-run driver after dark. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo March 2023)

But frankly, I am growing weary of all of this. The speed. The crashes. The disrespect for the Willow Street neighborhood.

Willow Street runs for 10 uninterrupted blocks from Division Street to Tenth Street through an all-residential neighborhood with one exception, an automotive repair shop in the 200 block. That’s a lengthy stretch of roadway without anything to slow down motorists. And, no, I’m not advocating for a stop sign. But something needs to change.

Those of us who live along this street deserve to be respected, to feel safe in our homes, to be seen as a neighborhood and not just a route for drivers to quickly get to their destinations.

A few days ago, the Faribault Police Department installed a temporary electronic speed monitoring trailer along the southbound side of Willow near our house per the request of City Councilman John Rowan. I’m thankful to see this in place as a speed deterrent. If that data is recorded, I’d like to see the results.

My message for drivers traveling along Willow Street. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo September 2026)

Curious as to how fast motorists were driving, I decided to observe. But before heading outside to watch numbers flash across the electronic screen, I made a small sign with two words: SLOW DOWN. I stood along the sidewalk by my house and watched, my head swiveling between oncoming southbound vehicles and the sign. Drivers could not see me and my sign until they were closing in on me and the speed trailer, meaning I did not affect their speed.

I set the parameters of only tabulating speeds of 35 mph or faster. I wanted to give drivers some grace. The speed limit is 30 mph.

The sign indicates that an approaching soutbound vehicle is driving 38 mph on Monday evening. The photo shows a northbound car, not the offending vehicle. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo August 31, 2026)

I didn’t have to wait long. Within five minutes of planting my feet on the sidewalk late Monday afternoon, I observed five vehicles driving 35 (2), 36, 38 and 42 mph. One defiant driver even gunned his black pick-up truck to increase his speed when he saw me with my SLOW DOWN sign. The same happened mid Tuesday afternoon when I observed again for a short time, but did not tally speeds. The top speed, though, was 40 mph.

Between 4:30-5:15 p.m. Monday, I recorded 18 vehicles driving anywhere between 35-45 mph. I did not count the total number of vehicles driving southbound on Willow. But suffice to say that, along this busy street, traffic was steady, if not heavy.

Tuesday morning I was back on the sidewalk again with my sign at 7:40 a.m., when people are mostly driving to work and school. Within the first 10 minutes, I noted seven vehicles traveling between 35-38 mph. Thirty minutes later, when I left my post, I’d tallied 12 motorists driving too fast, most in the upper 30s. I also noticed drivers on their cellphones both days, a violation of Minnesota state law.

The Faribault Police Department. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

Based on numbers displayed on the electronic sign, I could have issued 30 warnings or citations for driving over the speed limit. But that is not my job. It belongs to law enforcement. Councilor Rowan requested extra patrols along Willow Street. I am grateful for that.

If existing traffic laws are enforced and Willow Street becomes known as a “speed trap,” that could act as an effective deterrent to speeding.

Something needs to change. Willow Street needs to be seen as the neighborhood it is, not as the thoroughfare it has become for too many drivers. People live here, walk here, bike here, try to back safely out of their driveways and cross the street here.

I don’t pretend to have all the answers. But education, prevention, traffic law enforcement and police presence seem logical starters.

THOUGHTS? IDEAS? Please share specifics.

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

Creatively chalking community connections in Faribault September 1, 2026

A young woman pulled chalk from this tub to create sidewalk art several years ago in a residential neighborhood of Faribault. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

WHENEVER I HAPPEN upon chalk art, I feel a child-like giddiness. Chalk is often a first art medium for children. Easy to use. Forgiving. And just plain fun.

Chalk art photographed several summers ago on a residential sidewalk in Faribault. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

But creating with chalk isn’t only for kids. It’s an art form that all ages can embrace, no matter one’s artistic skills.

Matt Ristrom posted this sign on a music stand outside his music store inviting people to create chalk art. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo August 2026)

In downtown Faribault, I recently happened upon an invitation to create chalk art outside Ristrom Amplifiers, owned by Matt Ristrom. Having met Matt earlier this year and knowing him to be a kind and compassionate person and a gifted creative—he’s a musician, custom builds amplifiers and more—I was not surprised to see a sign and box of chalk outside his music shop.

“Everybody Love Everybody” reads a sign at Ristrom Amplifiers. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo August 2026)

If you stand and study the eclectic mix of items showcased in the storefront display windows, your eyes will surely land on the sign, “Everybody Love Everybody.” That’s so Matt. Offering the public an opportunity to create with chalk fits right in with his loving and inclusive perspective.

Follow the FUN into Ristrom Amplifiers. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo August 2026)

The singular sidewalk-chalked word “FUN” with oversized arrows pointing to the entrance and open front door of Ristrom Amplifiers surely held dual purposes—to welcome customers inside and to encourage chalk art fun.

Happiness in chalk outside Ristrom Amplifliers. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo August 2026)

“You are my Sunshine” circling a smiling sun with added musical notes instantly caused me to smile at the chalk art. Lyrics cycled through my brain. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray.” Already I felt happy. Chalk art can do that to a person.

Chalked outside Books on Central. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo August 2026)

Next door outside Books on Central, my original destination, someone had chalked “Read More Books.” I stepped inside to the Rice County Area United Way bookshop teeming with customers. Exactly what I like to see—people perusing the shelves for used books to read or gift to others.

One of many quotes posted at Books on Central. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo August 2026)

But I saw more than customers, bookshop volunteers and books. I also noticed inspirational quotes scattered throughout the bookstore. I always appreciate messages that cause me to pause and think, or that simply uplift me.

Chalking art onto a residential neighborhood sidewalk in Faribault several years ago. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted file photo)

On this weekday along Central Avenue in Faribault’s core downtown business district, I delighted in the unexpected. Chalk art and quotes. Neither proved particularly profound. Yet each showed creativity and a connection to community that felt meaningful. And that matters to me.

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

Trauma on Willow Street August 28, 2026

A Harley Davidson motorcycle driven by Scott Hoffbeck lies in Willow Street following an August 26 crash. This edited photo was taken after a critically-injured Hoffbeck was rushed from the scene. (Minnesota Prairie Roots copyrighted photo August 2026 by Randy Helbling)

TWO DAYS AFTER A SERIOUS car-motorcycle crash by our house, I’m ready to write about this traumatizing event.

First and foremost, I am thankful that the motorcyclist, Scott Hoffbeck, 61, of Farmington survived. He was critically injured and listed in stable condition Thursday morning at St. Mary’s Hospital in Rochester, according to Faribault police. Hoffbeck was taken directly to the Faribault airport and airlifted out within an hour of the 9:06 p.m. Wednesday crash.

Those are the basic facts. The cause of the crash, which happened at the intersection of Willow Street and Tower Place, remains under investigation. The driver of the car, identified as Abdirahman Harun, 20, of Faribault, was not injured.

GRATEFUL

The story I want to share today is one of gratitude and recognition of two individuals who rendered aid to the motorcyclist before emergency personnel arrived. They are my husband, Randy, and a passing motorist whom I flagged down to help. I firmly believe that, if not for Randy and Rosa (not her real name, because I did not ask permission to use it), Scott may not have survived or could have experienced additional injuries.

Shortly after hearing the crash, Randy and I looked out the front living room window to see a motorcycle lying in the street, the motionless driver beside it. We raced out of our house to help, me barefoot and Randy in his socks. We feared initially that the motorcyclist was dead. But as I neared the biker, I could hear his ragged breathing. It’s a sound unlike any I’ve ever heard and my fear of his imminent death grew.

While Randy was on the phone with 911, the driver of the car was also, asking me for our address to summon help. I prayed aloud for the motorcyclist, whose name I did not yet know.

In a situation like this, time stands still and moments fly and everything seems surreal and unreal and overwhelming. All I wanted was for EMTs or paramedics to arrive, care for this man and get him on his way to a trauma center.

HELPING HOWEVER WE COULD

But while we waited for first responders, we did what we could. I knew I couldn’t handle being next to Scott, seeing his severe head injury up close. Observing his head trauma from a short distance was too graphic for me, causing me to turn away.

I did what I could. And that was to stand in the middle of the street, waving my arms over my head in the hopes that oncoming traffic would see me, slow down and avoid hitting Scott and Randy. I feared in the dark of evening, on our busy street, that they would be run over.

I asked stopped motorists if anyone had medical training. None did. But Rosa responded anyway, exiting her car to go to Scott’s side. I shall be forever grateful for her calm, loving and supportive response. Returning from an out-of-town meeting, Rosa followed a different route home than usual, taking her right to the scene of the crash. Later she would use her brand-new blazer, a gift from her father, to cradle Scott’s head and prevent additional debris from entering his head wound.

Randy remained with Scott the entire time, kneeling in the street beside him, holding his hand, keeping him still, comforting and assuring him that an ambulance was coming. Only after Scott was loaded onto a stretcher did Randy step away. He stayed calm throughout.

I, in the meantime, comforted the young driver of the car, wrapping my arms around him, holding him, gripping his shaking arms. He was clearly traumatized.

WILLOW STREET HISTORY

We’ve responded to past vehicle crashes on Willow Street, once taking in two young women on a cold November night after their car plowed into the back of a parked vehicle. Not even a year ago, a two-vehicle chase resulted in a Suburban going out of control, knocking down the power pole by our house, crossing our yard (barely missing our house) and taking out a newly-stained fence panel. Drivers of both vehicles fled the scene. Twenty years ago, our son was struck by a hit-and-run driver while crossing Willow Street on the way to his bus stop. He was not seriously injured. There have been other crashes along this arterial street within eyesight of our home. Too many to list.

But the car-motorcycle crash on Wednesday ranks as the worst. Words do not adequately convey the extent of trauma we saw, heard, felt and experienced. I am grateful for Scott’s survival and pray he makes a full recovery. I also hope the young man driving the car will be alright. It’s been a lot to process. For all of us.

© Copyright 2026 Audrey Kletscher Helbling